Soon after, Arwen heard the host announce Amelia’s performance. And she turned her attention to the stage, her eyes slightly sparkling with anticipation. "It’s her dance," she muttered under the breath.
Gianna nodded completing her thought. "Let’s focus on it now. We will discuss the rest later."
Arwen smiled and nodded in agreement, and soon both their gazes zeroed at the stage.
Amelia’s moves were flawless, just as Arwen had last remembered. But what impressed her even more was the noticeable improvement in the girl’s posture. Her every stretch, every turn, was either perfect or incredibly close to it.
Watching her perform so well, a proud smile slowly spread across Arwen’s face, warm and maternal, like that of a mother seeing her daughter shine on the stage. Maybe because she had witnessed the journey to the ballet stage, or maybe because she was a part of it.
"You have trained her well," Gianna said, briefly turning to glance at Arwen before turning her focus back to the performance. "She just looks like your reflection on the stage. Like how you were once there."
Arwen expression softened, her emotions swirling as a flicker of pain briefly shadowed her eyes. Yet, the happiness she felt for Amelia outshone it. "Amelia might not have had the natural talent in ballet before, but her determination and dedication won it all. I didn’t do much; I just guided her a little. The rest was all her doing. Students like her would have grown like this under any trainer."
Gianna shook her head, clearly not satisfied with Arwen’s humility. "You underestimate yourself too much, Wenna," she said firmly. "Think of this in another way," she continued, taking a brief pause as if to ensure her words hit their mark. "Do you think just every soil is good for cultivating every crop?"
Though it was phrased as a question, Arwen remained silent, sensing there was more to come.
Gianna clicked her tongue, shaking her head in mock disapproval. "It isn’t," she answered herself. "The soil has to be right for the crop to grow and flourish. And the same applies to the students and their mentors. Amelia didn’t grow on her own, you cultivated her talent, nurtured her, and helped her blossom into the performer we are watching now. You did this not just for her or her dream’s sake, Wenna. You did it on your own. And if I didn’t know this, I don’t think I would still call myself your friend."
Not many knew but Gianna surely did. Arwen might have left the stage, but she never left the stage. She just compromised and chose the path that allowed the best out of possible.
And Giselle was the best out of the best possibilities that happened. Partially because it happened in secret without many knowing. Or else, if Catrin would have come to know about it, she would let Arwen ever establish it.
The applause rang around soon and that marked the end of the performance on the stage. Amelia bowed slightly before disappearing behind the curtains.
"That’s it," Arwen said, turning to Gianna. "Let’s go." Her eyes brimming with pride and her lips curled up in a pleasant smile.
Gianna looked at her friend for a moment and then nodded. They both got up from their seats before walking out of the audience range.
Just when they were about to enter the green area of the performers, Arwen paused in her steps, halting Gianna in the process.
"What happened?" Gianna asked, her brows furrowing slightly.
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